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_{[ The sound Kirk made was between a gasp and laugh, clearly unsure which he wanted to make when Fenris shoved. His eyes lit up, arching into the press of Fenris' mouth, shivering at the pressure of his teeth, feeling the rawness they left behind. Oh, he knew he would bear those marks later, probably for days, which excited him further - a fact given away by the beading of white drops on his cock.

The bite to his thigh drew a yelp, a sharp jerk of his hips, not no call to stop. He looped a leg around Fenris' shoulder, using his heel to knead his back. He dropped a curse when Fenris took him between his lips, rising up - but slowly, managing to control himself as he asked for more. ]}